Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1269 1241. Subsequent Processing
Naturally, Lincoln stood behind Lane's seat, as if he were still on the battlefield.

Lan stood up with his wine glass, patted the back of the chair, and motioned Lincoln to sit down.

Instead, he walked to the dean's desk and half-sat with his back against the desk.

Fortunately, all the furniture in the dean's office has been reinforced and enlarged, otherwise, with his current size and weight, plus armor, few normal furniture would be able to withstand him.

The cashmere-covered bench under Margarita and Tishaya looked almost the same size as the bed.

I don’t know what Margarita considered when she changed the furniture to this size.

Lincoln was not pretentious. After Lann gave the order silently with his hands, he sat down immediately.

Everything is well-behaved, just like being in a military camp.

It's not an ordinary military camp.

In this era, discipline and rules are not very important in the military camp.

It is not uncommon for soldiers to threaten their commanders on the battlefield.

As the military camp moved forward, more and more people came who wanted to take advantage of the large population gathered by the army to do business.

Outside the military camp were all kinds of merchants and prostitutes in what could almost be called a market.

Lincoln's current discipline, which is almost like that of a modern army, was spontaneously developed step by step during the internal tactical discussions and organizational improvements of the Knights of the Embers.

This certainly made the knights more to Lan's liking.

"Have you been in Aretuza all this time?"

Lan asked with a smirk, but before Lincoln could answer, he continued.

"How does it feel? In this place full of fantasies for men outside the academy?"

"Ms. Margarita allowed me to enter the academy above the Loshar Palace to facilitate my activities. I am very grateful."

Lincoln was comfortable with his master's teasing questions, or rather, he was a little used to it. He first gave a flawless compliment and then answered.

"There are indeed a few apprentices in the academy who seem to want to maintain a physical relationship with me for a while. But I feel that the description of the atmosphere in the academy by people outside is not so accurate."

"Those sorceress apprentices separate satisfying their physiological needs from other things. After satisfying their needs, they will devote their energy to other aspects. This is quite straightforward."

"It's normal for people to need sex. But it's even more normal for people to focus more on doing things."

Lann nodded noncommittally. "It sounds like you have mutually satisfying relationships with some ladies?"

"No." Lincoln said in surprise, "I heard you say that wasting energy will lead to a decline in body function. It's already difficult for us to make ourselves stronger now. I don't have extra energy to give to others."

This statement made Margarita burst into laughter as she sipped the wine glass, but the laughter became muffled by the wine glass.

The witcher scratched his chin and decided to get down to business.

"After we were teleported away, when was the corpse of the [Mist Nest Master], that is, the Devil's Dragon, also teleported away?"

The difference in the speed of time flow between worlds is a question that is far more profound than what existing knowledge can understand.

So Lan En simply asked about the result.

"In the sixteenth hour since we were guarding the body, the body of the Devil Rex suddenly disappeared. We subsequently cleaned up the scene and evacuated according to your orders."

"No one saw it?"

"In the subjective judgment of the ten of us honorary swordsmen, no."

"That elven ruin is very close to the floating harbor. Didn't Seaward send someone to check it out during that time?"

"In fact, he came here in person." Lincoln added, sitting upright, "Although he dared to lead his troops here only after all the noise on the battlefield had died down, it was daylight, and there was no fog on the mountain."

"That scene shouldn't be very pleasant, right?"

Lan had an amused smile on his face.

He estimated the time in his mind. It should have been afternoon when the Lord of the Mist Nest was teleported away by the Lady of the Lake using the conical crystal as an anchor.

"Of course, sir." Lincoln answered in the affirmative, but his tone remained calm.

"This matter was ordered by Foltest to be handled by Heward. The situation is serious and the king is watching. Of course he will not just ignore everything and listen to our lip service and then give up."

“So how did it develop later?”

"Please forgive me." Lincoln bowed slightly in his chair apologetically, "I punched him and killed another White Rose Knight."

Only then did Lan En's face show surprise.

Because from his understanding of Lincoln, although this boy is young, he used to be an attendant of Haxo. Under the influence of the head of the Sintra court, he has a good understanding of etiquette and the proper way of doing things.

After experiencing the fall of Sintra and the escape, one should not only have a clear mind, but also be able to control oneself in behavior and emotions.

Logically speaking, the Embers Knights didn't block the enemy for long. Lan killed the Mist Nest Master in the middle of the night and arranged for the Embers Knights to guard the place. The body disappeared sixteen hours later, which was the afternoon of the next day.

If Heward dared to go into the mountains to search, it would have to be around noon in the morning.

After only a few hours, the Embers Knights completed their mission and were able to leave.

How could the situation escalate to a fatal level in just a few hours?

Even if it was just official talk and vague talk, with Lincoln's level, he should be able to easily drag it out for a few hours.

"Heward spoke rudely to you, your Excellency," Lincoln's response gave the answer, and he added, "He was so completely frightened that he got so excited that he called you a 'cat-eyed mutant bastard.'"

"I thought he would say something more offensive." Lan En smiled indifferently. He could imagine what would happen next.

"The moment he cursed, I knocked out one of his teeth." Lincoln's next words confirmed Lan's thoughts. "Naturally, the White Rose Knights under his command dueled with me."

"I killed him in a duel. It took two blows."

"Unfortunately, none of the remaining White Rose Knights seem to be as courageous as the first one, daring enough to throw the gauntlet to me for the dignity of their lord."

"Really? It doesn't matter." Lan En shrugged while holding the wine glass. "From what we have seen, there doesn't seem to be any good people among the White Rose Knights. It's good that we didn't kill the wrong people."

Lincoln still frowned.

"But this may cause you trouble in the future political situation in Temeria."

"I've sent a group of Scoia'tael and a real dragon to Aedirn to start a peasant uprising, Lincoln." Lan En looked at his secretary with a dumb smile, "Just pretend, do you really think I care about the political situation in Temeria?"

"I'm not ultimately here to get involved in Temeria's politics."

He calmly said some shocking words, then Lan En took a sip of the wine glass in his hand and changed the subject.

"By the way, Sakia and Iorveth, how are their group doing?"

"They're fine." This time it was Margarita who spoke.

She swirled her wine glass leisurely. "I opened a portal and teleported them directly to the territory of Aedirn."

"That's my private villa in Guleta. If they are smart, they can use the change I left in the villa to hide themselves."

The sorceress's so-called "change" is probably enough for an ordinary family to live on for several months.

Apart from anything else, there would be no problem in changing Sakia and the Scoia'tael's outfits, which were obviously for combat, into everyday clothes.

"Contact information?"

Lan En continued to confirm in an orderly manner, and Margarita responded to him tacitly.

"I gave them the way to contact the courier. That's the academy's courier. He just collects the letters from all the countries in the north and sends them to the academy all at once. There are a few letters from Aedirn mixed in, which are completely inconspicuous."

"Also, there is an envelope in the second layer of my drawer, take a look."

Lan En stood up from his half-sitting position on the table, opened the drawer according to Margarita's instructions, and found the faith.

This is a letter from Novigrad, signed by 'Dudu Biberwit'.

After opening the envelope, there was a polite greeting inside, and Dudu briefly talked about the current operation of Lan En's asset account.

There is also financial control over the Dark Alley Gang.

Then, Dudu said that he had received his message, and he was a little terrified about secretly funding a group of people in Aedirn to help the peasants revolt.

After all, shapeshifters are kind by nature and tend to resist violence.

He always felt scared when he did something like providing funding to a foreign violent organization.

Although Novigrad is a free city-state and enjoys autonomy in legal terms, geographically, isn't it still part of Redania?

The intelligence system of the country of Redania has long been world-famous.

Therefore, the timid shapeshifter has been suspicious for a while and feels that everyone around him seems to have ulterior motives and is not a simple person.

But even so, he still said that he would insist on running financial operations for Sachia and his group.

Even if we don't talk about the new "free city" envisioned by Lan and Iorveth, this idea contains huge benefits.

As long as the goal is to "fight racial persecution", the shapeshifter will definitely help without hesitation.

Even if you are afraid, you must help.

The racial persecution in this world has already brewed sharp conflicts, and the current hostility between the North and the South has caused problems that could normally be covered up to be highlighted in the increasingly turbulent situation.

Not long ago, a series of killings of non-human races broke out in Redania. Although it cannot be called a "massacre", and the incidents mostly occurred in scattered villages rather than towns, there were still many deaths.

(End of this chapter)